“‘Beat it, fellers!’ he yells.  ‘The place is goin’ to be pinched.  I’ve just had the tip, and they’re right on top of me.’

“Then there was times.  Everybody was shoutin’ and swearin’ and fallin’ over each other to get out.  I was kind of lost in the shuffle, and the next thing I remember for sartin is settin’ up on Rubber Collar’s stomach and lookin’ foggy at the door, where the loud dressed man was wrestlin’ with a policeman.  And there was police at the windows and all around.

“Well, don’t talk!  I got up, resurrects Jonadab from under a heap of gamblers and furniture, and makes for harbor in our old corner.  The police was mighty busy, especially a fat, round-faced, red-mustached man, with gold bands on his cap and arms, that the rest called ‘Cap’n.’  Him and the loud dressed chap who’d give the alarm was talkin’ earnest close to us.

“‘I can’t help it, Pete,’ says the police cap’n. ’’Twas me or the Vice Suppression crowd.  They’ve been on to you for two weeks back.  I only just got in ahead of ’em as it was.  No, you’ll have to go along with the rest and take your chances.  Quiet now, everybody, or you’ll get it harder,’ he roars, givin’ orders like the skipper of a passenger boat.  ‘Stand in line and wait your turns for the wagon.’

“Jonadab grabbed me by the wrist.  He was pale and shakin’ all over.

“‘Oh, Lordy!’ says he, ’we’re took up.  Will we have to go to jail, do you think?’

“‘I don’t know,’ I says, disgusted.  ’I presume likely we will.  Did you dream anything like this?  You’d better see if you can’t dream yourself out now.’  Twas rubbin’ it in, but I was mad.

“‘Oh! oh!’ says he, flappin’ his hands.  ’And me a deacon of the church!  Will folks know it, do you think?’

“’Will they know it!  Sounds as if they knew it already.  Just listen to that.’

“The first wagon full of prizes was bein’ loaded in down at the front door, and the crowd outside was cheerin’ ’em.  Judgin’ by the whoops and hurrahs there wa’n’t no less than a million folks at the show, and they was gettin’ the wuth of admission.

“‘Oh, dear!’ groans Jonadab.  ’And it’ll be in the papers and all!  I can’t stand this.’

“And afore I could stop him he’d run over and tackled the head policeman.

“‘Mister—­Mister Cap’n,’ he says, pantin’, ’there’s been a mistake, an awful mis—­take—­’

“‘That’s right,’ says the police cap’n, ’there has.  Six or eight of you tin horns got clear.  But—­’ Then he noticed who was speakin’ to him and his mouth dropped open like a hatch.  ‘Well, saints above!’ he says.  ‘Have the up-state delegates got to buckin’ the ponies, too?  Why ain’t you back home killin’ pertater bugs?  You ought to be ashamed.’

“’But we wa’n’t gamblin’—­me and my friend wa’n’t.  We was led in here by mistake.  We was told that a feller named Kelly lived here and we’re huntin’ for a man of that name.  I’ve got a message to him from his poor dead father back in Orham.  We come all the way from Orham, Mass.—­to find him and—­’